Two sorrie Thynges there be,—
Ay, three:
A Neste from which ye Fledglings have been taken,
A Lamb forsaken,
A Petal from ye Wilde Rose rudely shaken.
Of gladde Thynges there be more,—
Ay, four:
A Larke above ye olde Neste blithely singing,
A Wilde Rose clinging
In safety to ye Rock, a Shepherde bringing
A Lamb, found, in his arms,—and Chrystemesse
Bells a-ringing.